Category Archives: your momma's so fat
Keeping it all Hitch, all the time…
Hitchens shit-cans David Mamet’s new book, The Secret Knowledge, in the Sunday Book Review.
Our kids are smarter than yours,
continuing our recent Jonathan Lethem inspired East Coast-West Coast beef: exhibit H, 4th grade reading proficiency.
Chart courtesy of GalleyCat.
More @ HuffPo.
You know we love a good literary feud
And spurred by the recent Michael Wolff-Jonathan Alter dust-up, the Daily Beast outlines their criteria for a good feud and lists a top 11. Here.
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Top 50 author-to-author disses of all-time
compiled by examiner.com. Not surprisingly Mark Twain has something to say about everybody, Faulkner calls Twain “A hack writer who would not have been considered fourth rate in Europe,” and Hemingway of all people calls Faulkner a drunk. Enjoy.
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No Stephanie Meyer for you!
Hachette books are unavailable on Amazon, also some Penguin titles, as the tug-a-war between Amazon and publishers over E-book pricing continues. In early February, Amazon removed all of Macmillan’s buy buttons over E-book pricing.
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In a fun bit of news: Stop that!
Novelists and comedians unite to petition bestselling author Brad Meltzer to stop writing. Among the petitioners: David Baldacci, John Cassaday, Junot Diaz, Neil Gaiman, Patton Oswalt, Joe Quesada, Nora Roberts, Nicholas Sparks, Scott Turow, and Brian K. Vaughan. Read more here.
Nowhere in the petition is it mentioned, that in addition to being an eyesore, the subway advertisements for his books aren’t nearly as effective as those Remy Martin threesome ads.
We’ve been waiting for this moment all our lives, seriously.
A new Jersey Shore book forthcoming from St. Martin’s was announced today, Never Fall in Love at the Jersey Shore, in which Jwoww and Ronnie apparently meditate on the zen of balancing a relationship with shore life.
Interesting piece in the Times yesterday
about a Network style pissing contest brewing between Steve Jobs and Eric Schmidt. “There are no nations, Mr. Beale!”
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